The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1152

“Haha, I’m really looking forward to this match! But it seems like we still have to wait a bit before it starts!” A deep,

hearty laugh sounded from behind, it was Robin, who came over with a smile.

Chloe flashed a glance, nodded at Robin, and greeted him quietly

Robin smirked at her, nodded, and then said, “Presley is at the shooting range right now. He heard you guys were

here and wanted you to join him, check out your shooting skills.”

“Hey, perfect timing, gramps. Nathan clasped his hands together in pure relief.

Chloe nodded, “Since Gramps is here, we definitely have to go say hi first”

“Exactly! You hit the nail right on the head!” Nathan raised his hands in agreement.

Just as Chloe was preparing to leave, Wendy suddenly stepped forward to block her way “Aren’t you competing

anymore?”

Chloe looked at her fierce expression, as if she was afraid Chloe would back out, and smiled faintly, I will compete.

Just not now.”

With that, she lifted the whip in her hand, pushed the hand blocking her to the side, and headed toward Damon.

Wendy gritted her teeth, feeling humiliated by Chloe’s dismissive push. She wanted to tear up that face that was

neither humble nor arrogant, but incredibly smug.

This shooting range was divided into indoor and outdoor areas.

Presley had chosen an outdoor shooting range with a clear view of the “Safety First, Live Ammo” warning sign.

In the vast open–air shooting range, there were only them.

A group of bodyguards in black stood around. In the viewing area next to the shooting position, Presley sat on a

chair with a serious expression. Standing next to him were Royce and Elizabeth. When they saw the group

approaching, Elizabeth wanted to greet them, but seeing a few strangers in the mix, she put on a poised face and

played her role as the lady of the Harper family.

“Dad, Damon and Nathan are here.” Robin said with a natural smile.

Presley looked up at the people in front of him, nodded, but kept a serious face.

The Harper family started out in the arms business, and although it had now been legitimized, the gangster nature

was deep–rooted in their bones and could never be completely washed away. Which descendant of the Harper

family hasn’t handled firearms?

Presley has always valued their capabilities in this respect. The Harper family has been around for a hundred years.

Without some real skills, how could they survive in the Harper family?

“Go ahead and give it a shot, let me see if you’ve regressed.”

Elizabeth tugged at Royce’s sleeve, her eyes filled with anticipation. “Honey, you should go too…”

Royce patted her head helplessly, “Are you sure you want me to put pressure on the kids?”

Having seen Royce’s shooting skills, Elizabeth immediately shook her head at his words, “You better not!”

Damon and Nathan both stood at their designated positions, and Stanley somehow also ended up on the shooting

platform. Three target positions, two guns placed on the table beside them. One was a pistol, the other a rifle. The

pistol targeted were closer. All three picked up a pistol.

They seemed relaxed, casually propping their arms, and three gunshots rang out in succession.

Target position one, Nathan, all three shots hit the bullseye.

Target position two, Damon, also three shots straight to the bullseye.

Target position three, Stanley, likewise three shots dead in the center.

Stanley glanced at Damon’s target and gave a light snort.

Chloe stood by, looking at Damon’s back, and couldn’t help but smile. She knew Damon was skillful, but initially, she

was still nervous for him.

The result now was undoubtedly the best.

Her man was truly outstanding. Always surprising her no matter when and where.

At this moment, Chloe’s heart was filled with Damon, the other two impressive men naturally overlooked by her.

Presley nodded in satisfaction at the side, but his gaze lingered a few seconds longer on Stanley.

Next was the rifle, a Type 64, and the three men shot in succession again. The outcome was the same as before, all

shots hit the bullseye.

Robin clapped his hands with a laugh from the side, “Not bad, really not bad.”

Stanley threw the gun in his hand onto the table, glaring at Damon who casually put down his gun with a self–

satisfied look.

Presley’s face didn’t show any delight either. He glared angrily at Stanley, filled with disbelief. This stranger could

challenge the Harper family’s

descendants to a draw!

“Again, disassemble all the guns and assemble them for shooting!” he said.

If their shooting skills were equal, then it was time to compare speed. He didn’t believe his Harper farnily

descendants would be slower than this youngster.

Chapter 1152

Chloe was starting to feel a headache at the side of her head; clearly, Presley wanted to compete with Stanley.

Stanley’s gun disassembly and assembly skills were not an issue, she also believed Damon wouldn’t have a

problem, but if it was timed, there would inevitably be a winner and a loser.

Regardless of who lost, it would bring trouble. She took a deep breath, feeling incredibly tired thinking about the

possible situations they had to face afterwards.

Damon glanced at her, remained silent for a moment, and then left his position.

Presley stared at him, “Where are you going?”

Damon replied indifferently, “I’m not competing anymore.”

“What did you say?!” Presley was fuming.

Chloe also looked at him in astonishment. She thought all men had a competitive spirit, and having drawn in every

round, there must’ve been dissatisfaction in their hearts. She didn’t expect him to give up so easily.

In the face of Presley’s rage, Damon pointed at Stanley, “He annoys me.”

Stanley blinked and pointed at himself following Damon’s finger. “Do I annoy you… oh my…”

He was just about to grab the pistol on the table when he heard Chloe’s soft warning. “Stanley…”

Stanley’s hand touched the pistol as if he had just touched a hot potato, and he immediately withdrew it. Then he

felt particularly wronged and looked at Chloe, “He said I’m annoying!”

Chloe took a deep breath, “You’re not.”

Damon’s gaze swept over coldly.

Chloe immediately shut her lips.

With Damon withdrawing from the match, Stanley naturally stood up from his position, feeling all wronged and

deflated.

“You’re Stanley?” Presley’s expression was full of confusion, and his voice suddenly rose at the end.

Stanley glanced at him, “Got a problem?!”

This little guy doesn’t know how to respect his elders, huh?

“Is your grandpa Rodolfo?!”

Looking at Presley, who seemed ready to whack him with a cane as soon as he admitted, Stanley’s face scrunched

up. “And what if he is? Did he steal your wife or something?”